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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.