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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.