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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.