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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.