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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.