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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.