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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.