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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 MDC to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.