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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.