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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.