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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Television,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.