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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.