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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.