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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.