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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.