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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Cameo,
the Human League,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.