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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.