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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.