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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.