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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Smog,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.