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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.