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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.