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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.