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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.