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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.