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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.