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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Slave,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.