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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Names,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.