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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.