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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.