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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.