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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.