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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.