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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.