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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.