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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.