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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.