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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Skarface 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
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.