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 China 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.