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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot 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 techno 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Saints,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.