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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.