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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Martian,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.