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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.