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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.