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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.