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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.