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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.