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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
The Litter,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.