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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.