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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.