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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Technova,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.