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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.