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 Sierra Leone 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.