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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.