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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.