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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.