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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.