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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.