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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.