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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.