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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Visage,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.