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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.