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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.