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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.