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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.