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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.