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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.