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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.