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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.