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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Crime,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.