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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.