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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.