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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.