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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.