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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.