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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.