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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.