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 Bahamas 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Aswad,
PIL,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.