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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.