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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.