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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.