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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.