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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Television,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.