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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
cv313,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.