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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.