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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Pole,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.