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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.