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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.