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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.