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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.