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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Brick,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.