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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.