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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.