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 China 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.