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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Visage,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.