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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gil Scott Heron 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?
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.