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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.