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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Fall,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.