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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.