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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.