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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.