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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
ABC,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.