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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.