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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.