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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.