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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.