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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.