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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.