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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
JFA,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.