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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Crime,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.