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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.