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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.