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 Bhutan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.