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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.