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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.