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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.