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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.