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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.