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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.