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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.