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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.