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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Skarface,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.