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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron 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?
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.