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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.