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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.