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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.