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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.