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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.