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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.