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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.