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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.