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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.