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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Motorama to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Organ,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.