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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.