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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.