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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.