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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.