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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.