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 Africa and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.