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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.