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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.