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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.