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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.