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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Byrd 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.