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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.