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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.