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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.