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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.