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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.