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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Smog,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.