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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.