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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.