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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Cowsills to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.