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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Scion,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.