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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.