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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.