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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.