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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.