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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.