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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.