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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.