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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
UT,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.