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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.