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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
New Order,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.