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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.