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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.