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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
JFA,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.