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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.