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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.