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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.