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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.