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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.