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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Monks,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.