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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.