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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.