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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.