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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.