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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.