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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.