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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.