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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 MDC 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.