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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
MC5,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.