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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.