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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.