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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.