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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.