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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.