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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Wire,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.