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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.