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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.