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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.