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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.