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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scion 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.