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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.