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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.