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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.