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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.