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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.