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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.