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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.