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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.