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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.