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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.