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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Franke,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.