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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Unwound,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.