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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.