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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.