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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
AZ,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.