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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.