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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.