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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.