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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Lalann,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.