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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.