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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.