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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.