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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
UT,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.