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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.