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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.