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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.