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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.