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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.