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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.