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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 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 Index to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.