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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.