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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.