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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.