Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.