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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.