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 Malta 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.