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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.