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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.