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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.