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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.