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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.