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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.