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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.