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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.