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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Music Machine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Deakin,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.