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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.