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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Television,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.