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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.