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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Audionom 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Can,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.