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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.