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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Scion,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.