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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.