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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
The Martian,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.