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 Dominican Republic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.