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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.