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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.