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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.