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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.