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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.