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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.