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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.