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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.