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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.