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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.