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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.