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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.