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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.