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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.