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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.