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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.