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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.