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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.