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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.