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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.