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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.