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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.