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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Symarip,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.