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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
June of 44,
cv313,
Organ,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.