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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.