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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.