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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.