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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
New Order,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
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.