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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.