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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.