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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.