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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.