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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.