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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.