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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.