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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.