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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.