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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
DNA,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.