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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.