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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.