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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mad Mike 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.