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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Jandek,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.