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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.