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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Chrome,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.