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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Technova,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.