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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.