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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.