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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.