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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.