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 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.