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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
UT,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
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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.