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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Television,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.