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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.