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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
the Slits,
JFA,
Rakim,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.