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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.