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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Fear,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.