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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Mars,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.