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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.