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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.