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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.