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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.