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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.