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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.