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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.