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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.