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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.