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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.