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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.