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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.