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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.