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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Toasters to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.