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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.