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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.