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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.