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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.