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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Television,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.