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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.