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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.