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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.