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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.