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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
DNA,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.