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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.