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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.