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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.