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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Index,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.