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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 sitar 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.