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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.