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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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You don't know what you really want.
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