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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.