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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Names to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.