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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.