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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.