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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.