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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.