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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.