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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.