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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.