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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.