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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 organ 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 Bang On A Can 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Television,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.