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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.