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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.