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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.