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 South and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.