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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.