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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.