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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.