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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.