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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.