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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Coltrane to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.