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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.