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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.