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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.