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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Buckinghams 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
AZ,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.