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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.