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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.