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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.