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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.