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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.