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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
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Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.