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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.