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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.