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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.