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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.