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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.