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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.