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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.