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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.