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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.