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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.