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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.