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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Quantec,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.