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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.