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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.