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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.