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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Crime,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.