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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.