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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.