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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
the Association,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.