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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.