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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
UT,
Bluetip,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.