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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.