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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.