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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.