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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.