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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Qualms,
The Wake,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.