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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.