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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.