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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.