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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.