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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.