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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.