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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.