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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.