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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.