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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.