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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick 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 rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.