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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.