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 China and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.