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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.