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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
CMW,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.