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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.