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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.