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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.