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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.