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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.