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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.