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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.