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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.