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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.