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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.