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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
ABC,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.