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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.