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 Uruguay 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.