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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.