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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.