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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.