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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.