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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.