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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.