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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
UT,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.