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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.