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 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.