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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.