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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.