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 Italy and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.