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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.