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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.