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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.