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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
MDC,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.