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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.