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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.