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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.