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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.