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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.