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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.