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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Aswad,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.