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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.