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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.