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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.