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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.