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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.