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 Lesotho 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.