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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.