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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.