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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.