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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.