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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.