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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.