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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.