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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Cluster,
ABC,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.