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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.