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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.