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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 organ 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.