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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.