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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
the Human League,
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.