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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.