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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.