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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.