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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.