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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.