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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.