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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.