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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.