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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.