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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.