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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.