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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.