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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.