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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.