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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.