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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.