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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.