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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.