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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Scion 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.