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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.