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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.