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 Jamaica 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.