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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.