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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.