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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.