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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.