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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.