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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
X-102,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.