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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.