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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.