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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.