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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.