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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.