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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.