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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.