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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.