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 Brunei and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.