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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.