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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.