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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.