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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Chrome,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.