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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Crime,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.