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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.