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 Korea North and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.