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 Bahrain 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.