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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.