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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.