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 Albania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.