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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.