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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.